Boyd squeezed her friend's hand and as the club came into view, she grinned. She'd been here once before when she'd first moved to New York from Savannah (she'd come looking for Luka). It was dark inside, the music was decidedly of the dance-trance variety, and the club was littered with beds in dark places, the soft surfaces replacing all the standard bar seating.
She tugged Hannah out of the cab, and she grinned as she heard the music. There would be no wolves here, no one tearing into anything with claws. Just her, her friend, and the music.
She grinned, bounced a little on her heels, and she tugged Hannah toward the bouncer.